Post by Thomas Boehm on Jan 25, 2012 11:25:51 GMT -5
THOMAS BOEHM
"The Dead Boy Poet"
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Player Name: Sisi
Years Roleplaying: It's been a couple years since I started back up.
Gender: She
Contact me: PM or in the chatbox
Anything else?: I'm FINALLY here Leffie XD
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Basic Information
Age: 28
Canon or OC?: Thomas is an OC from the town[/size]
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Appearance
Body type:Tall and lanky, with a long stride when he walks
Eye color: Pale blue-gray. They can be warm or cold and distant, depending on how Thomas is feeling at the moment
Wardrobe: Thomas' wardrobe consists of several pairs of blue, black and gray jeans ranging from dark wash to faded and acid-wash and torn and most shades of denim in between. He also has a collection of shirts, mostly band T's and cotton sweaters in various shades of black, navy, maroon and gray. He's got a black leather jacket he's rather attached to (he doesn't like taking it off unless he has to, for fear of it being stolen), and a pair of black-and-white Chuck Taylors and a pair of black Doc Marten boots.
General Appearance: Thomas is a rocker by nature, so his hair long and wavy and died black, though his beard is still its natural colour - a fair brown. He wears some chains and studded bracelets, though nothing excessive, and has is right eye-brow pierced through. He used go all out as a teen and paint his fingernails black and apply a heavy amount of eyeliner, but he grew out of it pretty quickly, though he will sometimes apply a little eyeliner if he fees like it, usually if he's planning on attending a concert or festival and wants to "dress up" his usual appearance.
While Thomas comes off as intimidating to the rest of the town because of his heavy-metal persona, it's not that extreme and he would blend in well enough in a regular city setting.
Played By: Tuomas Holopainen (Nightwish)
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Personality
Being as dreamy and aloof as he is, he sometimes becomes rather oblivious to the real world, and this annoyed most people in the town, including his family, who kept on telling him to focus on "important things". This was especially the case in school, where he was more interested in his music classes than anything else. He also has a tendency to over-indulge in his emotions, especially when he is writing. He'll shut himself off in solitude in a bout of depression, and write almost non-stop. Though he is very talented, these bouts of artistic angst, so to speak, make his family and friends uncomfortable sometimes, as he disappears physically and mentally for long periods of time and becomes unaware of anything but himself.
Dreams and Goals: Thomas doesn't have a specific dream really, though he would be excited if any of his poems, songs or compositions got any kind of recognition from the public. As things stand, he is happy just being able to pursue his talents without people bothering him about it. In fact, Thomas sometimes finds he fits in better with the otherworldly inhabitants of the manor than with the living people in the town.
Strengths: Thomas is a talented and committed musician and writer. He is very contemplative and the farthest thing from impulsive. Being as quiet as he is, he also tends to listen more than talk.
Weaknesses: Sometimes he's overly introverted, and focuses in on himself to the point of losing touch with everything else. It also causes him to turn very moody at times, or moodier than usual. H can also seem too dependent on his music and and writing. He has close friends, but his art defines him, and sometimes he gets too attached to it, considering it his whole identity.
Fears: Thomas' only real fears are being unable to play music or write (due to injury or illness) and being emotionally and physically alone[/size]
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The Past
Due to the age difference, Thomas and Greta never played together much, but she always enjoyed the stories he used to make up for her before bedtime, on the nights their parents were out and he would watch her to earn some allowance. She would also enjoy watching him practice his cello, and took up the violin herself as a teenager. She didn't always understand her brother's quiet nature, but she appreciated it, often going to him with problems, knowing he would listen and try and help.
Greta is definitely the rational, logical one in the family, and is currently earning her teaching degree after graduating with a bachelor's in Science at the top of her class. Though they are on very different paths, Thomas is extremely proud of his sister's academic success and always talks well of her to friends and acquaintances.
History: Thomas was born in the little town below the hill where the manor was built. His parents were both of modest incomes (a school teacher and a clock maker/repairman) and traditional beliefs, so the birth happened at the family home under the care of a midwife friend. Thomas' childhood was fairly ordinary - attending the local school, playing in the local vacant lots and the town park, etc. After his sister Greta was born, he readily pitched in to help, enjoying the gurgling, smiling little bundle of blankets. His parents were devout Roman Catholics of German extraction, and the family always went to Sunday mass. It was here that Thomas first began making up stories to pass the time during the long and tedious church services. As he grew older, he began writing some of his stories and poems down, and telling them to his sister and friends. Sometimes he would make up games based on them and play Knights and Dragons with the boys, or Gods and Monsters. He soon became a very prolific writer, though these later writings he kept to himself, as his friends had outgrown the games and began to playfully tease him about his imagination.
When he was fourteen, Thomas joined the school band, where he was introduced to the cello. He enjoyed it, and became adept very quickly, receiving much praise from his music teacher. It was also around this time that he discovered heavy metal bands like Pantera, Metallica, Therion, and Judas Priest, and began teaching himself how to play his favorite songs on the cello. He continued to pursue music all through high school, and won a scholarship to the music program at Julliard after a very successful audition in Chicago. On his 18th birthday, just a month before he was due to leave for New York, his proud parents bought him his own cello for his classes.
Thomas' years at Julliard saw him finally finding a place he belonged, with all sorts of other arts-minded people. He learned to compose his own music and began writing songs to his own poetry. His visits home, although happy, constantly reminded him of how odd everyone there thought he was. He was very happy that his sister had decided to take up the violin, and gave her some of the music had composed in his classes, which she had always praised. Greta firmly believed that he would become extremely successful with his music, and praised him even more frequently than his proud, if confused, parents.
He won a composition contest in his final year at school, and graduated with honours. When he returned home however, he found himself becoming restless and bored in the small, claustrophobic town. He didn't have enough money to move away just yet,though he made good money teaching music long-distance via Skype, but he couldn't handle the tedium and odd looks everyone gave him. He than decided he would squat in the old manor house outside of town.
He noticed the wandering ghosts and spirits very quickly, but he wasn't bothered much by them, and they didn't seem to take too much notice of him either. He actually enjoys their presence, and the presence of the characters they brought to life, as they create the perfect atmosphere for his music and writing. He has been living comfortably in the manor for a little over a year now, and has no immediate plans to move.
RP Sample
Thomas sat quietly, humming a tune to himself as his left hand played across the strings of the cello nestled between his legs. His voice died down and he moved his right hand (holding the bow) to the strings and began to slowly play out the melody. After a few seconds, he dropped his hands aburptly and let out an exasperated sigh.
"No, no, it's not right," He muttered to himself as he looked down at the sheets of music he had carefully laid out on the floor. He was in the middle of completing a new song, but the ending had been giving him great difficulty. Sighing again, he put his music sheet away in a small folder and resettled himself around the cello. He took up the bow again, and began playing another tune, a familiar one that always calmed him and helped him ease through tough cases of writer's block. As he went through the melody of "Nothing Else Matters", he recalled how he had spent an entire month dilligently teaching himself the song when he was 16. It still amazed him how sweet and sad the song sounded on his cello whenever he played it.
Quietly, almost without realizing it, Thomas began to sing as he played, with a small smile slowly creeping onto his face, as he becamae entirely absorbed in the song.
"No, no, it's not right," He muttered to himself as he looked down at the sheets of music he had carefully laid out on the floor. He was in the middle of completing a new song, but the ending had been giving him great difficulty. Sighing again, he put his music sheet away in a small folder and resettled himself around the cello. He took up the bow again, and began playing another tune, a familiar one that always calmed him and helped him ease through tough cases of writer's block. As he went through the melody of "Nothing Else Matters", he recalled how he had spent an entire month dilligently teaching himself the song when he was 16. It still amazed him how sweet and sad the song sounded on his cello whenever he played it.
Quietly, almost without realizing it, Thomas began to sing as he played, with a small smile slowly creeping onto his face, as he becamae entirely absorbed in the song.
"...Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters..."
And nothing else matters..."
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